My school actually monitered the things I'd do and write for an entire year (on the internet as well) and they sent me to a counsiller and told my parents that I have depression. I know I have depression. My parents and my family know I do. And I'm not here to convince you.

When i was first sent to therapy, I knew I got better. I was so happy that I started listening to Paramore (that is overlly happy for me.) But I eventually, slowy slipped back into my old ways.

And please don't think because I'm younger that I havent done my research.

And to Telephone: I hate my peer groups because they either tease me or think I'm showing off, and I hate that too. I dont get along with people my age. (That i am face to face with)

I feel strongly about this subject, thats why I support charities to help people like me. And Let me just say (once again), I'm not here to convince you. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)